On Saturday, one of my students telephoned me. She mentioned that she was stuck in my car and she needed me to let her out. I informed her that she certainly was not in my car, and she had phoned her English teacher. She apologized, and hung up.
This morning she informed me that it wasn't her fault. She was drunk.
This leaves me with a multitude of questions.
1) How the hell do you get stuck in a car? Can't you usually unlock doors from the inside?
2) Why was she drunk at 3 on Saturday afternoon?
3) Why did she tell me she was drunk? Do I look that nonjudgmental? Because I most certainly am not. I judge. Frequently and with vigor.
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2 comments:
That is awesome. I think you have a right to answers to those questions.
Oh my god, awesome. What an idiot.
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